Little moth of light
Combing the ceiling night
Little rainbow shards
Darting around the room
Dust of infinite stars
Settling on my face
Laughter coming from the furniture
The floor gets up to dance
Let me join you falling
And rising swirling beings
Airborne and looking for a life
And never still not finding it
And not ever quite resolved
To have just one brief life
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